Actually, the rest of the evening was great but essentially uneventful physical wise. Of course, having my aunt flash her exquisite breasts at me was a decidedly wonderful experience but I did begin to wonder how much further we could go?
I mean, kissing and teasing were one thing – but would we ever... you know... actually 'do it'? Or even if that kind of opportunity would present itself, COULD we actually 'do it' – get naked and fuck like rabbits - or would our minds come back to our senses and then we would back away? Those sort of questions kept racing through my mind while we had a great dinner (steaks of course with all the essentials) and then headed on over to Watson for the Aerosmith concert.
All though dinner, while Linda sat across from, she acted as if nothing had even happened between us. Our conversations were light and airy; mostly about our favorite bands and songs, about college, about her divorce (just a little), and for the most part about how I was so grown up. Not once did she mention the event at her house that night nor what she did in the Jeep on the way to the restaurant but there WAS this mischievous twinkle in her smile that I saw and an ornery grin that I KNOW I saw once in a while.
But I was too scared to mention our previous deeds – partly for fear that to be overt about them might jinx the chance of repeating them (since they just sort of 'happened') and also out of sheer embarrassment because if I DID start thinking about what had happened, I knew a full blown erection would ensue. And then, THAT would be awkward – especially while trying to walk out of the restaurant!
So, we had dinner, went to the concert and watched the boys rock the house down and then headed home. By this time, it was nearly midnight and honestly, I think we were both pretty tired. Since my jeep has bucket seats up front, Linda didn't really have a chance to sit close – if she would have anyway, I didn't really know. I must admit that it would have been nice to have her sit close if for no other reason than I might have had a chance to at least feel her close to me. I could not forget the feelings I had when I held her close that night at her house when we were kissing.
It was a magical sort of feeling... one that I hoped to feel again.
In the midst of my thoughts, Linda spoke.
"Tom? How about we stop at the root beer stand and grab something to drink?"
"Sure! That sounds great!"
There was a little root beer stand only about 2 miles from Linda's house that has the absolute tastiest root beer and hot dogs you can imagine. It was a favorite hangout for everyone and especially young people on the weekend who wanted to show off their cars. Tonight was no exception. The place was packed and it took a couple of passes to even find a parking spot. But, we did finally find one so I backed into the spot and turned off the key.
A cute little waitress came up to my window.
"What'll it be, hon?"
I looked over at Linda with that "What would you like?" look on my face. She spoke.
"I'll have a large root beer float!" Mmm... that sounded good.
"Make it two," I said. And with that, off went cutie-pie to get our order.
"Tom?" Uh-oh. There was that "We need to talk" tone of voice. This might not be good.
"Uh... yeah?" I turned to look at her.
"Do you believe in fate?"
"You mean... as in things happen for a reason? Like, something was 'meant to be'?"
"Yeah... exactly. That's what I'm thinking about tonight. This has been a perfect evening and it seems so natural and peaceful. Oddly, I don't feel like I'm your aunt and you are my nephew and we're out just doing something. For some reason I can't explain – I feel like this was meant to happen; that we're SUPPOSED to be together on this night doing what we're doing.... That it was 'meant to be'... does that sound silly?"
I honestly didn't know where she was going with it. Partly because I didn't understand the whole 'meant to be' thing as it related to she and I. And mostly because I noticed she had unbuttoned her shirt halfway down her cleavage while she was talking and I could now see the soft white mounds and the contrasting skin tones of her chest and breasts. I was certainly distracted.
But it was at that precise moment, I saw that same grin and same twinkle in her eye that I had seen earlier at the restaurant. And – it was the same moment our waitress returned with our floats.
I paid for the drinks, we slurped them down (all the while my eyes were like magnets trying to attach themselves to Linda's nearly open shirt – yet she acted like nothing was different), and continued to just 'chat'. It was driving me nuts.
I turned my lights on and another waitress flitted over and grabbed the tray. The Jeep started and off we went, back into the dark night for the brief jaunt to Linda's.
I pulled in her driveway and shut the vehicle off. The evening was warm and quiet with only the night sounds to be heard as we just sat there in silence grinning at each other. "Well, Tom – ya gonna walk me in?"
"Sure, Linda."
We got out of the Jeep and headed up her walkway. For some odd reason, I felt REALLY weird at that moment. What should I do? I mean, after all – it was obvious (or WAS it?) that she had playful times in mind but then again, what if she didn't? What if she was just teasing me to tease me? What if my own Mom was in on this and asked Linda to test me? God – I was really getting weirded out to think that!
Linda opened her door with the key and a twist of the handle and we were in. Of course Killer came running up delighted that finally someone was home to pay him some attention.
"Make yourself comfy while I take Killer outside to do his duty, ok? I'll be right back."
I sat down on the couch and flipped on the TV while Linda ushered the dog outside. Nervously, I flipped channels, not really seeing anything and wondering where the night would lead at this point.
In a moment, Linda and Killer were back inside. She spoke from the kitchen.
"Tom? I've gotta go pee and I'll be right back, ok? Don't run off – I've got a couple of CD's I want you to hear that you can take with you, ok?"
"No problem, Linda... I'm in no hurry."
Killer came and jumped up on the couch beside me as I semi-listened to her shut the bedroom door. Knowing how her house was laid out, I knew that she would be using the master bath room..... Hmmm... I wondered if she was going to change 'into something more comfortable'? Argh! There I go again – driving myself nuts. I chose to flush that kind of thinking from my mind just as I heard the toilet flush from behind the doors and went back to seeing what was on Speed Channel.
I heard the door open from the bedroom but didn't turn to look as I was watching a rerun of the big auto auction from back in January. But – when Linda came into the room, something made me look her way. I was glad I did.
She stood in the doorway with a glass of wine in her hand (when and where did she grab THAT?) and had removed her jeans. She also was wearing a different shirt but it was much longer. It kind of looked like a man's flannel shirt (maybe it was?) but because it was so long, it came down to mid-thigh. And those were delicious looking thighs...
"I was tired of those jeans – way too tight anyways. So, I put on my 'robe'! Hahahaha! I hope you don't mind?"
Mind? Mind? ME Mind? She looked like a dream come true and she wanted to know if I minded? If nothing else happened, just seeing her in that shirt would provide enough fantasy for the rest of my life.
She came over towards me and started to sit beside me but then paused. Shushing Killer off the couch, she stood in front of me.
I didn't move. I wasn't sure if I COULD move...
"Are you nervous Tom?"
I just licked my lips and looked into her eyes. Was this going to be THE night? I nodded my head just a bit...
"Aw Tom... you don't have to be nervous..."
She then placed her right knee beside my left thigh on the couch and straddled my lap, placing her left knee beside my right thing. Then, she sat down upon my lap – my god, if we were naked, it would have been the perfect position for a good fucking.
"Do you mind if I sit on your lap, Tom?" Her eyes had the 'look' again.
"Of course not, Linda..." While I had hoped my words would come out manly and seductive, I think I sounded a bit like Mickey Mouse.
She turned around to sit her glass of wine down on the coffee table while still seated on my lap and her shirt fell nearly open as she did so. Only the bottom two buttons were holding it together but at this point it might as well not even been on. Her left breast was completely exposed to my view, its nipple erect and puckered, begging for my lips to do what my eyes were already doing – covering it.
She then turned back around and put her arms around my neck and upon my shoulders.
"Tom? Would you finish unbuttoning my shirt?"
